Meanwhile, back with Rattan, Vellok could hardly control the tremor in his hand. The fleeting moment of recognition between the angel within him and Ikenga had been unmistakable, yet bewilderingly brief. He sent out another, more forceful wave of his mana towards Rattan, expecting some kind of reaction from the young mage, some flicker of awareness or resonance with the power he carried. But, contrary to all expectation, nothing happened. Rattan merely blinked, the effects of the earlier clarity spell holding. It made Vellok question if the previous happening had been an illusion, a trick of his own fatigued mind.